Chapter 17 (NOT EDITED IN ANYWAY AT ALL)
People think that being famous is the most glamorous thing in the world. In a lot of cases that's true, but if they were in my position right now, they'd realize just how false that statement is.
I was up at three thirty in the morning. Not willingly of course, but Jay, Trina, Siedah (My stylist) and Amira (My hair dresser/esthetician) basically broke down the door to Diggy's house trying to get to me.
He was not amused.
Neither was Roger or Spin, which is precisely why they are upstairs in bed while I am being waxed, cut, painted, prodded and poked for the awards ceremony tonight.
"Cassara, Honey you need to lean back. If you don't, your eyebrows will be crooked, and we both know how the Fashion Police try to look for every little flaw you have."
"Cassara, if you don't drop those Hot Cheeto's! You want your teeth to be pink?!? The press would have a field day!"
"Cassara, when was the last time you had a brazilian wax? Your looking pretty scruffy. Lay back and spread 'em."
Yeah they went there.
I spent four hours in Diggy's living room so far just for pre show prep. PREP. They are no where near finished. I still have hair and make up, my dress still hasn't come yet, I don't have shoes, the videographer has to come and take pre-show pictures and so much more shit that my mind just can't handle right now.
I'm so irritated right now I can't keep my foot still to save my life, much to the nail artist's dismay. And to top it all off, Diggy, Roger and Spin have taken upon themselves to watch my torment. And laugh.
They laughed at every single sigh of irritation that left my lips and that really pissed me off to no end. I mean, don't they have to like get dressed or something?
Just then, Perry walked right into the door like he owned the freaking place. His over-grown oopa loompa like body sulking with each step. That extra person he calls a stomach jiggling like Santa's belly. And his usual 'cheery' expression on his face.
Note sarcasm.
"Dig. What're y'all doing? You know we have to go get ready and stuff and y'all just sitting around like we don't have nothing to do. Where's your clothes? Where's Portia and Jaytee?"
"Portia's upstairs with my clothes, and Jaytee's coming. He got stuck in traffic, you know how crazy it is out there since people in Atlanta just cannot frive, what-so-ever."
"Shut up city boy." I call out, earning chuckles from the group.
"In your dreams bumpkin. Anyways, I'm on top of it. When Jaytee gets here, he'll cut my hair, I'll shower and get dressed and I'll still have plenty of time."
"Aight, well I'm bouta go get some Taco Bell," Like he needs that shit. "Y'all want some."
"Of course." Spin said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He's such a fatass.
"Naw I'm good." Roger chimed.
"Not really." Diggy added.
"Alright, Imma see y'all in a little bit." And with that, Perry left the room.
I hate how boys can eat anything they want, and not gain one single ounce. Girls however? No way in hell. If we even think about eating, celulite creeps up into our thighs like a ninja.
Do I sound jealous? Hell yeah.
Do I have a right to be? Fucking right.
"Alright Cassara! Hair time. You're gonna have big beautiful curls so you know what that means!"
